 | Carol and Cadence |  |
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Oft, in the wailing weather.
Before the dawning grey,
I hear a dream-voice calling
From regions far away:
“Yonder,” I hear it say,
“The sapphire seas are falling,
“All through the golden day,
“Upon the silver shore.
“Let us go thither, thither.
“There will we dwell together
“And sunder nevermore.
Before the dawning grey,
I hear a dream-voice calling
From regions far away:
“Yonder,” I hear it say,
“The sapphire seas are falling,
“All through the golden day,
“Upon the silver shore.
“Let us go thither, thither.
“There will we dwell together
“And sunder nevermore.
“Far, far beyond the setting,
“A land of love there lies,
“Where there shall no more weeping
“Be for the weary eyes;
“Where, under bluebell skies,
“Frail blooms of Faith's begetting,
“Thy dreams, not dead, but sleeping,
“Transfigured shall arise,
“To greet thee on the strand;
“There Love and Life, forgetting
“This world of fruitless fretting,
“Go ever hand in hand.”
“A land of love there lies,
“Where there shall no more weeping
“Be for the weary eyes;
“Where, under bluebell skies,
“Frail blooms of Faith's begetting,
“Thy dreams, not dead, but sleeping,
“Transfigured shall arise,
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“There Love and Life, forgetting
“This world of fruitless fretting,
“Go ever hand in hand.”
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